Everything I knew to be true shifted when the doctor said, “There’s no hope.”

If, there’s no hope, there’s nothing to anticipate, nowhere to go, no air to breathe. What do you do with those words, except lose hope? I’ve determined to never use words of hopelessness. Never.

Life began again when another doctor said, “There’s always hope.”

I’ve determined to always use words of hope. Always.

No matter how desperate, how crushing, or how challenging it all becomes, when there’s hope, there’s an anchor, there’s a reason to take a breath and move forward. And. Hope, the kind that anchors, remains strong in the midst of the messiness of life.

When I hear someone’s story, I listen for hope. If, I don’t hear hope, I speak hope into their story of life, praying their soul will be anchored to hope. I’ve experienced and seen the change when someone realizes Christ is the hope that anchors.

When life gets too messy to manage, it can feel like everything and everyone has changed, including Christ. It’s as if the anchor of hope has been wrenched out of the soul. But. It’s clear, Christ does not change when life becomes difficult. Christ is the same before and after. Christ is the anchor of hope. Always.